Thanks to neldluva
I am so sorry! Please accept my sincerest apologies for not updating. I want to skip a grade of math, so I have to learn the entire Algebra book in 24 days, including all the tests, two course semester finals, and then I have to take two more school finals! So you can see I am a bit swamped.
YOU MUST READ THIS!!!!
V. I.!!!! If you did not re-read chapters 2-7, I demand that you do so, for the story shall make no sense if you don't. Trust me, you won't be quite as lost. And I know that maybe this story is a little slow, and it isn't quite as exciting as maybe some other stories, but my hope is that once the story is finished. And has progressed a little more it will make more sense, and you'll look back on it, and think, "yeah, that story wasn't so bad." I at least hope that you'll like the general idea.
Any questions? Ask me, dude.
P.s. The time period has totally changed. Ten points, to anyone who can give me evidence of that.
So without further ado...
Chapter Eight
She ran.
Her feet pounded on the dirt, her heart racing, and the wind from her speed whipped her hair. Tears fell on the ground in a torrent, causing a wet trail to be left behind her. Sobs racked her chest, and she tripped several times over the large roots of the trees by the path. She would have lain where she fell, but she did not want to be found by him. She didn't think her body, her mind, or her soul could take the stress anymore.
As she entered the castle, she did not slow down in any way. She ran, and sometimes shoved past the milling crowds. She cared not for the scowls or looks of surprise they gave her.
She burst the doors for her room open, and stumbled over to her bed where she collapsed. In her mind's eye she saw her soul. The edges tainted with grey, slowly, oh so slowly, covering the pink. Her mind raced with terror, for she knew that this was the beginning of her end. She was fading.
Again she cursed that bastard for having that effect on her. The stain was not moving very fast, but she still was frightened. She faintly remembered the words of her mother.
"Should you start to become ill, think of a happy memory or a special person, and it will slow the process. But beware my child! Put yourself only in that position if you are sure that your love shall last the boulders of age and time."
The words faded in her head, and in their place was a picture of tiny Anor, growing up. She saw him laughing, crying, and smiling, She also saw him learn to do archery, and growing up as the adopted grandchild of the Lord and Lady. She knew then, that she could not die, because Anor would go with her as well. She had to live for both of them.
-
The door creaked open, and the Lady entered. She had been waiting in her rooms most of the night for Niphredil to come and retrieve Anor. He had been wonderful, and she was sure that they already had a special bond, but the night had been growing late. She had gone to search, and luckily Niphredil had been in the first place she looked. She looked upon the tear-stained face of her sweet handmaiden, and felt her heart mourn for the young elleth. She had been such a sweet child, and in a way she felt responsible for the fate that had befallen the youngster.
But it had been her fate she reminded herself. Besides, the Lady would help her in anyway she could. She laid the sleeping babe next to his birth mother, and walked towards the door. She looked upon the pair one last time, and she hoped that the young prince would grow up quickly, because she did not know how long Niphredil could hold on.
-
He stood shocked for a moment, watching the retreating figure of his former love. His newest conquest beckoned to him from the platform. He ignored her, and scampered down the tree. He began to run after her, and as he was running he looked for any clues that could tell him where she was. He noticed her trail of tears, and his mind had an overwhelming bout of guilt. He fell where he stood, and thought about his stupidity.
He loved her. He knew that much was true. His heart told him he had done wrong, and his head told him that he was the Prince, and he could do whatever he wanted. They battled with each other, and Legolas found, as he was straddling the blond, that being the Prince was a very good thing.
-
Niphredil awoke, and found Anor sleeping with contentment besides her. She gasped in horror, for that meant that she had kept the Lady waiting. She moaned in exasperation. Well, seeing as this was her first day back in her position, she decided to have everything ready for the Lady when she awoke. In the distance, she could hear the timekeepers bash the chimes. One, two three, four, five, six.
She crept quietly down the hall as not to disturb the other royals living near the Lady. She tripped on a protruding stone, and this woke Anor who let out a wail of indignation.
"Shh! Please, beloved one!"
It was no use. She tried to muffle the sounds, but one of the royal chamber doors opened.
"Niphredil?"
Her heart sank as she recognized the voice. She closed her eyes in hatred and fright of the possibilities of him coming any closer to her. She counted to three, and took off, babe in arms. Her feet pounded most ungracefully on the stone corridor, but she did not care. She almost ran past the Lady's room, but grabbed the handle just in time. She swung the door open, and it was only when she was standing inside the doorway and hearing it slam did remember that it was six 'o' clock in the morning.
"Niphredil, what are you doing up so early?" said a quizzical voice.
Niphredil spun around from where she had been leaning against the door in defeat. Her cheeks cast a rosy hue of pink as she blushed in embarrassment.
"I- I- I was-"
The Lady nodded, and Niphredil grew desperate. She could not think of a plausible explanation, and she had forgotten her original intent. Her mental barrier broke down as the following words fell from her mouth.
"I was running away from the Prince, who is the father of my child, who is really mine, and has cheated on me, and doesn't love me, and is so immature."
Her voice sobbed as the admonissions flowed from her mouth. She looked up at the Lady, and gasped at the expression she saw there.
I am so sorry! Please accept my sincerest apologies for not updating. I want to skip a grade of math, so I have to learn the entire Algebra book in 24 days, including all the tests, two course semester finals, and then I have to take two more school finals! So you can see I am a bit swamped.
YOU MUST READ THIS!!!!
V. I.!!!! If you did not re-read chapters 2-7, I demand that you do so, for the story shall make no sense if you don't. Trust me, you won't be quite as lost. And I know that maybe this story is a little slow, and it isn't quite as exciting as maybe some other stories, but my hope is that once the story is finished. And has progressed a little more it will make more sense, and you'll look back on it, and think, "yeah, that story wasn't so bad." I at least hope that you'll like the general idea.
Any questions? Ask me, dude.
P.s. The time period has totally changed. Ten points, to anyone who can give me evidence of that.
So without further ado...
Chapter Eight
She ran.
Her feet pounded on the dirt, her heart racing, and the wind from her speed whipped her hair. Tears fell on the ground in a torrent, causing a wet trail to be left behind her. Sobs racked her chest, and she tripped several times over the large roots of the trees by the path. She would have lain where she fell, but she did not want to be found by him. She didn't think her body, her mind, or her soul could take the stress anymore.
As she entered the castle, she did not slow down in any way. She ran, and sometimes shoved past the milling crowds. She cared not for the scowls or looks of surprise they gave her.
She burst the doors for her room open, and stumbled over to her bed where she collapsed. In her mind's eye she saw her soul. The edges tainted with grey, slowly, oh so slowly, covering the pink. Her mind raced with terror, for she knew that this was the beginning of her end. She was fading.
Again she cursed that bastard for having that effect on her. The stain was not moving very fast, but she still was frightened. She faintly remembered the words of her mother.
"Should you start to become ill, think of a happy memory or a special person, and it will slow the process. But beware my child! Put yourself only in that position if you are sure that your love shall last the boulders of age and time."
The words faded in her head, and in their place was a picture of tiny Anor, growing up. She saw him laughing, crying, and smiling, She also saw him learn to do archery, and growing up as the adopted grandchild of the Lord and Lady. She knew then, that she could not die, because Anor would go with her as well. She had to live for both of them.
-
The door creaked open, and the Lady entered. She had been waiting in her rooms most of the night for Niphredil to come and retrieve Anor. He had been wonderful, and she was sure that they already had a special bond, but the night had been growing late. She had gone to search, and luckily Niphredil had been in the first place she looked. She looked upon the tear-stained face of her sweet handmaiden, and felt her heart mourn for the young elleth. She had been such a sweet child, and in a way she felt responsible for the fate that had befallen the youngster.
But it had been her fate she reminded herself. Besides, the Lady would help her in anyway she could. She laid the sleeping babe next to his birth mother, and walked towards the door. She looked upon the pair one last time, and she hoped that the young prince would grow up quickly, because she did not know how long Niphredil could hold on.
-
He stood shocked for a moment, watching the retreating figure of his former love. His newest conquest beckoned to him from the platform. He ignored her, and scampered down the tree. He began to run after her, and as he was running he looked for any clues that could tell him where she was. He noticed her trail of tears, and his mind had an overwhelming bout of guilt. He fell where he stood, and thought about his stupidity.
He loved her. He knew that much was true. His heart told him he had done wrong, and his head told him that he was the Prince, and he could do whatever he wanted. They battled with each other, and Legolas found, as he was straddling the blond, that being the Prince was a very good thing.
-
Niphredil awoke, and found Anor sleeping with contentment besides her. She gasped in horror, for that meant that she had kept the Lady waiting. She moaned in exasperation. Well, seeing as this was her first day back in her position, she decided to have everything ready for the Lady when she awoke. In the distance, she could hear the timekeepers bash the chimes. One, two three, four, five, six.
She crept quietly down the hall as not to disturb the other royals living near the Lady. She tripped on a protruding stone, and this woke Anor who let out a wail of indignation.
"Shh! Please, beloved one!"
It was no use. She tried to muffle the sounds, but one of the royal chamber doors opened.
"Niphredil?"
Her heart sank as she recognized the voice. She closed her eyes in hatred and fright of the possibilities of him coming any closer to her. She counted to three, and took off, babe in arms. Her feet pounded most ungracefully on the stone corridor, but she did not care. She almost ran past the Lady's room, but grabbed the handle just in time. She swung the door open, and it was only when she was standing inside the doorway and hearing it slam did remember that it was six 'o' clock in the morning.
"Niphredil, what are you doing up so early?" said a quizzical voice.
Niphredil spun around from where she had been leaning against the door in defeat. Her cheeks cast a rosy hue of pink as she blushed in embarrassment.
"I- I- I was-"
The Lady nodded, and Niphredil grew desperate. She could not think of a plausible explanation, and she had forgotten her original intent. Her mental barrier broke down as the following words fell from her mouth.
"I was running away from the Prince, who is the father of my child, who is really mine, and has cheated on me, and doesn't love me, and is so immature."
Her voice sobbed as the admonissions flowed from her mouth. She looked up at the Lady, and gasped at the expression she saw there.